i'm off on holiday, doodah doodah,

hooray.

in the last week i've queued for an hour to get michael palin to sign a book, dug (and backfilled) a trench, sorted clothes, cried over onions and I am now having my traditional leaving work to go on holiday panic. this goes roughly on the lines of - there must be something i've forgotten. what can it be, and then getting worked up when i can't remember. last time this was capped by me phoning the department from milan airport.

i've decided that if there are unpaid bills then they can wait a week. really. everything else will just have to do. i can leave my desk. no really i can. . .
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